But things were different now. She was leaving in two weeks, and the handover was inevitable. Doing it now just meant she could clock out early.
It stung, but it was a necessary severing of ties. She forced herself to accept it.
Upstairs in the CEO's office, Vivienne was perched on Julian's lap, tracing his lapel. "Do you really think this will scare her?"
"Absolutely," Julian said with supreme arrogance. "Those projects are her lifeblood. She poured everything into them. She won't let them go. Just watch—she'll come crawling to my office, begging for them back. When she does, you can make your demands and put her in her place."
"And if she doesn't come?"
"Even better. We bleed her dry. Her job isn't that complex, and she's a mediocre employee anyway. You can easily take over. Once she's completely isolated and jobless, she'll have nowhere to run. She'll still have to come begging." Julian smirked. "Bottom line? Outside of the Sinclair Group, she's a nobody. She won't survive."
"You're brilliant," Vivienne purred, burying her face in his neck. "Let's do it your way."
While Julian and Vivienne gloated, the email had also reached the Seattle office.
Willow was about to call Leo Yardley to explain, but his name flashed on her screen first.

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